Monday, September 5, 2011


She comes all winter warmth
Swathed in clinging frost
And diaphanous gloom.
Her smile of frozen teeth
And her eyes of icy ponds
Send shivers through the room.

We think of death as skeletal,
Cowled with cloak of black
Hunched like some old farmer
Over his scythe and sack
To cut and carry us to our doom,
But no, death is not the groom.

Death comes dressed in marriage veil,
In a snow white bridal gown
With a long icicle train.
Our final vows are sealed by one
Who doesn’t steal, but stills our heart
With a lover’s kiss that ends all pain.

BRIDE the reorder reading by the author

It is suggested you scroll down and turn off my music before playing the video.

I am hoping this will work now on "Voices and Friends". Soundcloud burst and rained on my parade trying to use it for that purpose, even with Nancy trying to help me. So decided to go to the video route.

I am not sure why I picked this particular poem. Maybe because the poem was a troublemaker, too. One day I got this one line in my head and couldn't get rid of it: "She comes all winter warmth." I could seem to do anything with it either, except I kind of liked it. Finally, what we have here is what I came up with.

After chatting with nancy, I decided to record this in a graveyard and then realized I never saw any graveyards nearby. Where I grew up all the churches seemed to have a cemetery, but not so in my current neck of the woods. I finally located one and wandered back to these older stones. The folk in the house in the background were having a Labor day BBQ. It smelled good. I wonder what they thought of this strange guy kneeling behind a tombstone reading something? Probably thought I was praying.


Anonymous said...

another new voice. this just rocks my socks off.
i like your poem and your reading. thanks, Larry.

Maureen said...

Love the background story to presenting your poem. Thank you for sharing the poem with us in text and via your video. Your choice of the cemetery seems altogether fitting for the subject matter. Very imagistic.

Anonymous said...

it worked! that looks like quite an old cemetery.

everytime i get on your page, even tho i know you have music, i forget... i jump out of my skin when it starts.
my poor old heart!

Lorrie said...

You are awesome with words. Enjoyed seeing and hearing it!!

Jennifer @ said...

Ok, so I loved that you actually went all-out here and read from a graveyard. Impressive!

This is the last one I've read tonight, and I would have thought I might have nightmares, except for the fact that I won't be stolen, but stilled.

The Gooseberry Garden said...

this is breath taking.

The Gooseberry Garden said...

Poetry Picnic Week 3 is open for submission until Thursday, 1 to 3 random poems are welcome…

Welcome in, free and fun…

Glad to discover your poetry talent, hope to see you share.
Bless your Tuesday.